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New Orleans adventure 2
I stumbled back into the apartment a little after 3AM. My body smelled of stale beer, cum, and sweat. I got in the shower and gave myself a good cleaning outside and inside. I slept well until the alarm went off at 9AM. I looked around for something appropriate to wear to my 10AM meeting with the developer. My jeans from the night before were a mess so I stuffed them into the washer and prepared for a long day.
The weather was typical for New Orleans in the summer, oppressively hot and humid. I picked some light weight pants and a short sleeve shirt. Just as I put the jeans in the dryer my cell phone rang. It was my ride to the office. Gathering what I thought I'd need, I rushed down to the front gate. The driver was a handsome young man, about 27. We introduced ourselves. His name was Steven and he was the assistant to the manager of the project. We had a casual conversation on the ten minute ride to their offices in a renovated facility on the site of the old World's Fair. The area had been converted to mixed use but suffered little damage from Katrina.
We went into a large conference room. On the side board they had laid out coffee, juice, and pastries. The conference table was covered with blueprints and models of the buildings that would go into the new developments. Grabbing a coffee I spent twenty minutes looking over the layout and plans. Steven was there to answer my questions. As I finished, Ben, his boss, came in and we began working through the ideas he had and my suggestions. We worked through lunch. ben had ordered the classic New Orleans sandwich , the Po Boys, along with beer from the local micro-brewery. At the end of the day Ben suggested that I come over to his place later for a BBQ. Steven volunteered to pick me up at 8PM. I took the street car back to my apartment and made sure my jeans were presentable for the BBQ. I took a quick shower and a short power nap. a little after 8PM my phone rang. It was Steven waiting downstairs for me.
On the ride to Ben's home Steven asked me how I'd spent my first night in the city. I hesitated then told him that I'd had dinner in the Quarter and then roamed around the bars and cafes. He giggled and suggested that he might show me his own favorite spots in the area after the BBQ. We arrived Ben's home across the lake from New Orleans. It was a mock southern mansion set among moss covered trees. It had the appearance of a classic bayou home, set above the ground with a wide screened porch around the entire building. When we walked around to the back Ben was busy manning the grill. There was a tub of cold beer on ice. Ben suggested that Steven show me around the house. I had a feeling that there was more to Ben and Steven than just business. As we toured the single story house I asked Steven about Ben's family, his wife. Steven stopped short at my question. Looking at me with a wry smile he told me that Ben had no family here. My suspicions were further confirmed.
Dinner was amazing, featuring all the classic seafood dishes the area was famous for. Ben was a superb chef. After the meal we sat on the porch talking about the day and then about my life since the death of my lover. Both listened attentively as I poured out the whole story. I'd not been able to talk so honestly with anyone in a long time. They nodded but made only a few comments. When I finished I felt relieved of a weight that I hadn't realized I carried. Ben put his arm around my shoulder to comfort me telling me that life would get better and that it would get better.
Our conversation returned to business. I'd had time to review different aspects of the proposed project and had thought of many suggestions. They had planned to finance the entire project. But I pointed out that there were plenty of funds available from the governments- national and state- to help. With a few modifications the project would appeal to the growing middle class in the city. The mixed use nature of the entire project would attract offices and small merchants. Many of the features that they wanted for the residences could be produced by local people at a lower cost. It could be a win-win situation with everyone getting some benefits.
It was near 11pm when Steven suggested that we head back into the city. On the ride back he suggested that we stop in one of his favorite bars for a drink. I agreed. We found a parking spot on one of the wide avenues that bordered the Quarter. Walking he explained that on the outside the place might look like a dive but that the people were a lively mix of the city. To my surprise I found us in front of the Phoenix. We went in and Steven was greeted by the bartender and some of the patrons. It was obvious that he was a familiar face here. We ordered beers and found a couple of empty stools near the pool table. Sitting in silence we watched a few games of pool. As we watched I noticed people going up the steep stairs to the Eagle. Steven noticed me watching them. He explained that there was another, more intimate bar upstairs. "Intimate?" I asked. He did not offer an explanation.
After a second beer I had to piss and was pointed to a space near the rear, next to the stairs. I stood at the urinal next to a tall man in full leathers. He spent a longer than needed time shaking off his semi-hard cock. I finished, zipped up, and returned to Steven. He asked if I was ok with the place. I nodded in the affirmative. After ten more minutes he stood and motioned toward the stairs. I followed him up into the now familiar space.
We got up to the Eagle and found two seats at the bar. It was not very crowded at that point. A few men were standing behind the waist high walls, watching the videos. We did not have much to say for a while as more men came up the stairs. Soon the bar was filling up with more men moving behind the walls and into dark corners of the bar. I was fairly comfortable with the whole scene. I noticed Steve getting antsy. Finally I leaned over and whispered "Don't let me stop you, go one enjoy yourself." He took that as an Ok to join the fun and left. I waited for a few minutes before taking a tour of the now crowded sex area. I found Steve on his knees with a sizable black cock in his mouth. He was unaware that I'd seen him. I slowly move to stand next to the man he was busy sucking. I pulled out my now stiff cock and offered it to him. He didn't even look up to see who it belonged to before taking it all the way down to the root. It wasn't long before I rewarded him with my cum. Another man replaced me when I moved aside and returned to the bar stool.
After about 15 minutes Steven returned. I noticed a bit of cum on his chin. Talking with him I reached up and used my finger to offer the finger to him. He swallowed the offered finger, sucking it clean. I looked him in the eyes as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my semi-hard cock. Without even saying a word he fell to his knees under the lip of the bar and serviced my immediate needs. After a few minutes I pulled him up and kissed him deeply. He responded with his own deep kiss and a moan. I now knew that I controlled him to use as I pleased. I turned him around and pointed to one of the low benches in a dark corner. I nodded and he knew what I wanted immediately. He moved to the bench, pulled his jeans down and bent over to offer me his ass.
I grabbed a packet of lube, opened it and poured it over his crack. He reached back and opened his buns so that the lube ran down into his hole. By this time a few men had moved to watch us. I rubbed my cock head up and down to cover it in the dripping lube. Steven let out a lustful moan as I pushed into his pucker. I knew that this boy was no virgin. I gave him a few raw pumps before pulling out completely and pushing back hard to the base of my cock. I knew that it would take me a while to recover enough to fill him so I stepped aside. The tall leather man I'd seen in the toilet stepped up and looked at me for my approval. I nodded my consent and he shoved an impressive sized cock into Steven all the way to the root. Steven let out a gasp when the man began to pump in and out of his ass. His gasp soon turned to moans of pleasure. I stood beside his head as another man pushed a bottle of poppers under Steven's nose. He inhaled deeply and moments later reached out for our two cocks. The leather man, seeing this, gave one last shove and unloaded his cum deep into Steven's bowels. At this point I was ready to add my own load to his and stepped behind the pliant boy. I pushed into him a few times before unloading my cum to join the other inside him.
Totally exhausted I fell across the boy's back. Another man pushed me aside and in one move shoved his cock all the way into Steven. I moved back to the bar, leaving Steven at the mercy of the horny spectators. Twenty minutes later Steven emerged from the bathroom with a smug look on his face. I stared into his eyes and asked "how many?" He looked down at the floor and said, "Only five, daddy." I patted him on the shoulder and said proudly. "Good boy, son." Before leaving the bar I downed a Viagra knowing that I would pump another three loads into him before dawn.